My son’s photos covered every inch of her walls.
Some of them, I didn’t even remember sharing with her.
Then, to my utter disbelief, I spotted something even more unsettling—his clothes, neatly folded on her sofa, alongside a box filled with his shoes and socks.
A chill ran down my spine. The entire scene felt disturbingly eerie.
Trying to keep my voice steady, I asked her how she had gotten them.
Without hesitation, she said my husband had given them to her.
It was true—we had made the difficult decision to pack away my son’s belongings as part of our healing process. But never in my worst nightmares did I imagine my husband would give them to her.
My hands began to tremble.
I knew she had loved my son deeply—she had longed for a child of her own for years—but this felt like something far beyond grief. It felt like an obsession.
Without saying another word, I grabbed the box and walked out.
That was the last time I ever saw her.
Joke : The Talking Dog
A man walks into a bar with a dog and tells the bartender, "This is no ordinary dog—he can talk!"
The bartender raises an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Prove it."
The man turns to his dog and says, "Alright, buddy, what’s on top of a house?"
"Roof!" the dog barks.
The bartender rolls his eyes. "Come on, that’s just a coincidence."
The man continues, "Okay, what’s the outer layer of a tree called?"
"Bark!" the dog replies enthusiastically.
The bartender groans. "This is ridiculous. Get out of here."
Desperate to prove his point, the man asks one last question: "Who’s the greatest baseball player of all time?"
"Ruth!" the dog exclaims.
The bartender has had enough. He kicks them both out onto the street.
As they sit on the curb, the dog turns to his owner and says, "Maybe I should’ve said Jackie Robinson?"